Zenkun
Wandering around restless, waiting for your mail
Anticipation dead and face pale.
Days go by, no word from you
All worried, nothing I could do
Starting the day, a herculean task
To act happy, putting on a mask.
Pushing towards the end, the day feels long,
I wonder what went wrong.
Is it wrong, I ask myself
we conversed only in words itself.
Barely do I know you still,
To call me a friend if you will.
Me a man of solitude, socially ill
You were a respite, fitting the bill.
I enjoy your words, kept me running all along
I wonder what went wrong.
What was different you may ask
I felt inspired, invincible at last.
I wrote poems, phrased lines beautifully
And now that you are gone, I wander listlessly
Your words were mighty, almost empowered
They moved me, an emphatic coward
I check now and then, the mail I long
Only to fail ; I wonder what went wrong.
Hunger fades away, work seems dull
As if a ship sailing without hull
Thoughts no more flow like they did,
Life closed again, boxed with a lid; suffocating
Listlessly I do my chores, feeling worry
My mind all messed up, in a hurry.
No messages I see, my wait prolong
I wonder what went wrong.
You answer to my avail
I ask the reasons , why did you fail
A petty reason, you say
Job was tough, so was your day
I breath a sigh, of fear than relief ; am I so vile?
Kicking myself, feeling too juvenile.
Exchanges go on until you stop
And again I hop
Singing the lunatic's song
Wondering again what went wrong.
“Life closed again, boxed with a lid”, “Singing the lunatic’s song”, such beautiful imagery!!!!
This is an intriguing poem. It has touched me in a strange way! 😍 But would you mind explaining it a little bit to me? I just want to know if I’ve got it right.